'Biological Landmines'


Not Meant to Anyone.. Just Showing you my Punches and Ryhme Scheme and Wordplay Tactics...

You need to change your Duracell Battery, Because my punches hit you like a five thousand maned Cavaltry/
Your just the fatigue in my path, I raise the underworld and sicckly, most strickly unleashed my wrath, this faliure a material sabbath/
This figure of of a emcee burnt and re- irradiated, Whats wrong, Now you see your fucked up ryhmes ilumminated, Reversing to infect you and leave you death fated, your worst try yet, you sounded like Avirl Lavigne in Complicated/
Im prophetically known, You wouldn't understand Alliteration even if you were an Emcee professionally/
You know what? A word of advice, try to use more words, maybe even ONE PROVERB, cloned a herb, because ill I hear from this bitch, is blurb blurb, sending his forehead straight into the edge of the curb/

Can you pronounce Mathematics?, Because your shit just became Static, Your done over with punches with Death Havocs, Investing in your neighbour, sleeping in everyones attic/
Ill re-arrange your face, with the earths Ocean Tectonic Raids, Or on the other hand I could Slice your Lungs out with my twin Bionic Blades, and put your whole Family in Cascades, Pass the Spade, your whole phase over today/
Visit your funeral home, Ill be laughing at the label, and now who the fuck is all alone in their own little dead people home, and even if you made a clone you stil wouldn't undertand the vocab tone/
Lets use some wordplay, for fun okay? Ill use Anatomy, your sitting sideways, Next to connect Botany, your sagging breasts are lop sided phased out your ligaments from each leg colony/
Friendly fire, bullshit, ill blow your concidence off your hands, you don't spit fire, you spit thousands on testical wires, and eat millions of car tires, thats why your shit is so bland, and you don't get offers for hire, You should be glad I inspire/